WHERE ARE THEY NOW?

by Paul Bishop – June 8, 1997

How far away can I be before it’s noticed that I have moved?
How many pretenses can I drop before my true self becomes known?
As long as the church thinks I feel something…
Apparently I can change a lot

How far away before someone follows me
To seek the reasons for my departure? (more…)

DEATH OF A NATION

by Paul Bishop — October 25, 1993

Blowing wind ripples the grassy plain
Bringing the scent of refreshing rain
And high above, the eagle soars
Reminding chieftains of its lores
Looking down with far-seeing eyes
It let out a shrieking cry
Then plummeting down toward the ground
It caught it’s prey, and homeward wound (more…)